Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Grand PubaНазвание : How Many MoreДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop hip hop rap new york hiphop Видео:
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How many more gotta die How many more mothers gotta cry How many more locked away for life Just tryin` to get a piece of the pie The struggle continues, we hate each other And we don`t know the reason why, petty shit Crabs in the back room, holdin` each other back Until the day we die, uh I been droppin` knowledge like this for a long long time They don`t feel me When I strive to help the dumb deaf fly Long as I`m sittin` bullshit is just fine But when I speak on them, that`s when they draw the line Conspiracy is a theory, let`s promote the black-on-black Niggas don`t know how to act Let em` send each other back Too many shorties dyin` everyday Too many niggas bein` locked away Realize what`s really goin` on And how the black community got so torn How many more mothers gotta mourn He didn`t make eightten and he`s livin` in the lawn Somebody tell me what`s that all about There`s too many shorties checkin` out My nigga`s locked up for a lifetime Didn`t even get a chance to use his lifeline The game is setup for you to lose So watch the po-po cause like Tom they cruise Focus get cha` head straight, fix ya plate Learn from others and don`t make the same mistake Know who you are, where ya at, and where ya goin` The worst thing about life is not knowin` Knowledge break it down it`s know to ledge Cause if you don`t know the ledge you droppin` off edge The hood drama is horrific Enough ghetto tears for years that could fill up Pacific I`m not standin` here tryin` to be no preacher But each one, teach one, hope I reach ya See I`m here to enter brain then I entertain Those who lost one in the struggle, I feel ya pain Cause everyday somebody else is gettin` blown But we don`t moan until it hits close to home Hear me y`all cause the numbers seem to multiply And that`s the reason that I ask myself How many more gotta die How many more mothers gotta cry How many more locked away for life Just tryin` to get a piece of the pie The struggle continues, we hate each other And we don`t know the reason why, petty shit Crabs in the back room, holdin` each other back Until the day we die, uh | Похожие исполнители:
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